River Tam (
river_meimei
) wrote
2007-08-17 02:59 am (UTC)
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River closes her eyes.
One breath. Two.
There's a young girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen, sitting with a book a few yards away. River pushes slowly off the tree, and heads towards her.
"Hi," she says. She's trying, trying hard; it shows a little.
"This is New York?" It treads the border between question and statement.
On Earth
, she doesn't quite say.
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no subject
One breath. Two.
There's a young girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen, sitting with a book a few yards away. River pushes slowly off the tree, and heads towards her.
"Hi," she says. She's trying, trying hard; it shows a little.
"This is New York?" It treads the border between question and statement. On Earth, she doesn't quite say.